To be honest, I was slightly surprised by the appearance of the girl who replied to me modestly. She was a girl in her late teens. Her blue hair looked as though they were made from strands of seawater. Her eyes were the same matching blue color. The pretty girl stood there. She was so pretty that if she were to stand still on the streets of Myeong-dong, she would likely receive more than 100 talent-casting offers in an hour.
"What's the matter?" I almost stuttered but I managed to grab a hold of myself.
Woah, being pretty was an incredible weapon in itself. She was able to get me so flustered without making any out of the norm facial expressions or doing anything unusual. But it was something else that really got me flustered, no, shocked me.
"…Huh?"
Honestly, this wasn't the first time I had seen a peculiar title. Yes, it had been ten years since I started seeing Korean characters on people's heads. I had seen many people and I had seen all sorts of titles.
Human Slayer.
It meant "murderer". No matter how I looked at it, I could only interpret it that way.
And bewilderingly enough, that title belonged to the most beautiful girl in the class next door, Lee Kyung-eun. She was an extraordinary beauty, her grades were among the top 10% of the entire school and she even had a pleasant personality. On top of that, she was the sole child of a rich household and was hence well loved by many. And that was her title.
Because of that, I tried as hard as I could to not bump into her or even be in her vicinity. Undeniably, she was a beautiful girl, but I don't exactly enjoy adventures or thrill.
Boss of Prestige.
I had also seen such a title. If I were to interpret it, it would be something like a prestigious boss? Something along that line. The problem was that I had heard of an organization that went by the name, Prestige.
Wasn't it said that there were dark forces in the country that even our national government wouldn't dare to casually mess with? But ridiculously, the person with that title was a classmate of mine. I thought he was a model student with a quiet personality but he was the boss of a huge dark force.
I had seen plenty of 'Titles' so far. Innumerable titles with no consistency, and each title sounded bizarre. But even so… I had never seen a title that was wrong.
If someone had the title 'Very unlucky today', that person would definitely be pitifully unlucky even if one was to look at their situation objectively.
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I'm saying this once again, but I detest adventures or thrills. I really, really love peace.
I was the type of person who felt that living the same mundane life every day was precious and at the same time, was grateful for that. Hence, I didn't have the least bit of interest in dangerous things or people. And now, I stared at the really startling cute little girl standing before me.
She was pretty but not the type that I would want to get close to. But of course, being a man myself, how could I bring myself to hate beauties? But if you were to ask of my beauty standards, there would be plenty of room for dispute. For someone like me who loves peace, meeting an ambitious woman, who also created trouble everywhere she went, would definitely be a turn off.
However, her beauty was secondary. In fact, there was something about her that was a larger and more serious push factor.
"What's wrong?"
"No, nothing. But if you don't mind, may I know why you called me? I'm a little busy."
Obviously, I was not busy.
In any case, she was indeed a beauty and I wanted to be nice to her. But I came to my senses the moment I saw the title floating above her head. Because her title was more ridiculous and dangerous than anything I had seen so far.
This was what was written above her head.
Detro Galaxy Union, Fourth Corps, First Advance Squad
Extraterrestrial Being, Celestial
I'm saying this again, just in case, but I've never seen a wrong title before.
"Oh, I'm sorry for taking up your time. I just wanted to ask you a question."
"Ask me?"
"Yes. Ah, pardon me."
As she said that, she approached me and extended her two slim arms and placed them around my neck, pulling me in. It wasn't for any strange purpose, but to whisper in my ear. But even so, it was enough for me to fall head over heels. Men around us started to send piercing gazes. I could smell a faint sweet mint fragrance.
"I'm very sorry to ask you this during our first meeting…"
She asked softly, "Are you an Earthling?"
"…What?"
An evening that made me come to my senses completely. That was my first meeting with her.